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[takecourage]

She really doesn't know why they bother having two apartments at all, not when they're both much happier when they're in the same one. They cook together, they eat together, they sprawl on one sofa watching movies. They took the time to ward both places, with Bramford being as deeply haunted as it as. Riddled with grays. Alex feels them wash over her the minute she steps into the hallway but, in either of the apartments, she trusts him to keep her safe.

"What are you even doing?" she asks.

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"Christ, Alex," he mutters, the filthiness of that desire--one shared by both of them, even if only she is brave enough to voice it now--making his head spin. "Another night." Because there will be other nights, more of them, he hopes, than they'll be able to count.

For tonight, he nudges his fingers against her clit as he fucks her, moving them in hard, quick circles, trying to coax her over the edge once more.

[takecourage]

He's got clever hands - she shouldn't be surprised. She's not surprised by any of this - not his clever fingers, not his beautiful cock, not every gorgeous line of him. Every part of this was something she'd thought about and figured out on her own. And it's glorious.

"Fuck, Danny," she moans, squirming. "Fuck, that's it. That's...I'm so close."

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"Come on, Alex," he says, rolling his hips, fucking into her with steady, hard strokes. "Come for me again."